Although nowhere near as big as the Garcia family, the Hansons had still made a name for themselves in the shipping business.

But the Hansons spent most of their time abroad and didn''t have any business dealings with Kay.

So if Kay looked down on her so much, why would she introduce her to a family like this?

Mrs. Hanson nced up at Sylvia the moment she heard her voice, her sharp eyes scanning Sylvia from head to toe at least three times over, as if she was inspecting a piece of merchandise.

After a moment, Mrs. Hanson clicked her tongue. "Pretty enough, but way too skinny. My son Yves is the only male in four generations. Are you even capable of giving us a grandson?"

Sylvia shot a sideways nce at Yves after hearing that.

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Well, if Mrs. Hanson didn''t like her, at least Kay could say she tried.

"Mom," Yves suddenly spoke up, his voice gruff and edged with annoyance.

Mrs. Hanson''s hand froze around her teacup, and she nced at Yves as if by reflex.

When Yves nodded, her whole demeanor changed instantly.

She pointed to the seat across from her. "Have a seat."

Sylvia found it strange, but she sat down anyway. After all, it was a public ce, under surveince and all that.

As she sat, Yves looked at his mother again.

Mrs. Hanson handed her a menu with a forced smile. "Order whatever you like- don''t be shy."

The sudden change left Sylvia totally baffled.

She epted the menu politely and ordered the first thing her eyesnded on-a Caesar sd.

Mrs. Hanson frowned. "You''re just having that? How are you supposed to have children if you barely eat? Once a woman''s married, her familyes first- what''s the point if you don''t have kids?"

Sylvia nearly choked on Mrs.

Hanson''s old-fashioned rant, but she remembered she still hadn''t figured out the connection between Kay and the Hansons. She didn''t have any dirt on Kay yet, and picking a fight now would only hurt her.  s

She kept her tone neutral. "Honestly, I overate during the holidays. I''m not that hungry these days."

Mrs. Hanson shook her head. "Still not good. A woman''s duty is—"

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He set his ss down in front of Mrs. Hanson with a loud clink. Instinctively, she

shut her mouth and reached for the pitcher to refill his water.

Sylvia blinked, taken aback. Before she could recover, Yves turned and fixed his gaze on her.

"I''m satisfied with you. Pick a date you like and we''ll get married."

"Wait... What?" Sylvia stared at him in disbelief. She couldn''t believe the first thing out of his mouth was about setting a wedding date.

Yves acted like he hadn''t heard her and took a slow sip of water.

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f you need anything, just say it. I''ll make sure you''re taken care of. Right, Mom?"

Mrs. Hanson forced a smile. "Of course, honey. As long as you''re happy."

Then she turned to Sylvia, her tone sharp again. We know all about your background, so don''t try to act like some innocent girl. Honestly, being chosen by our family is your good fortune. I say we just do the wedding next week."

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Sylvia was stunned. Apparently, her own opinion on this marriage wasn''t required.

She was about to protest when Yves suddenly grabbed her hand.

He wasn''t just big-he was freakishly strong. The way he squeezed her hand

made her feel like a doll.

"Your bones are delicate, but your legs are gorgeous."

Sylvia shuddered, trying to yank her hand free.

Just then, a woman''s voice called out from behind her.

"Sylvia? What are you doing here?"